[Music]
Mourning souls, no longer grieve,
Heaven is propitious;
If on Christ you do believe,
You shall find him precious.
Jesus now is passing by,
Calls the mourner to him;
He hath died for you and I,
Now look up and view him.
He has pardons, full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Still he cries: "Come unto me,
Weary, heavy-laden."
Tho' your sins, like mountains high,
Rise and reach to heaven,
Soon as you on him rely
All will be forgiven.
Precious is the Savior's name,
All his saints adore him;
He to save the dying came--
Prostrate bow before him;
Wand'ring sinners, now return;
Contrite souls, believe him!
Jesus calls you--cease to mourn;
Worship him--receive him!
From his hands, his feet,
his side, runs the healing lotion;
See the consolating tide,
boundless as the ocean!
See the healing waters move
for the sick and dying!
Now resolve to gain his love,
or to perish trying.
Grace's store is always free,
drooping souls to gladden;
Jesus calls: "Come unto me--
weary, heavy laden."
Though your sins like mountains high,
rise and reach to heaven,
Soon as you on him rely,
all shall be forgiven.
Now methinks I hear one say:
"I will go and prove him;
If he takes my sins away,
surely I shall love him.
Yes, I see the Father smile,
now I lose my burden;
All is grace, for I am vile,
yet he seals my pardon."
This text is found HH 413, and also COH 122.
No. 67
SOLDIER'S RETURN, SOH 36